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| Waiting out the storm. (JO'B) |
Waiting out the storm in the open doorway
of a neighbor's barn, gusts of shattering rain
telling me I have the right to be silent,
But I want you to know
I remember everything
when everything changed,
And I will ride again when the strong, sweet sun
pushes into the time I go through
in this always vanishing world.
